User blog comment:Llamao/Kotir Reborn/@comment-1298206-20120123035904/@comment-3474228-20120123044604

Flynn heads in a little closer, using the dunes for cover until he is close enough to spot a ragged wildcat running across the shore, away from the battle. He looks to the shore, where the wheeled ship is beached. Before he can make a comment about the wheels, an arrow whizzes from the prow of the boat, and as the wildcat turns, the arrow strikes him through the chest and continues flying across the dunetops. Flynn gasps and looks at the ship again. "Wot in the name o' seasons had the power t'shoot that?"